I gasped as he tightened his grip on my rock hard cock. I sat on my bed, him standing over me, dominating me. The day was hot and our naked bodies were covered in sweat, making his rippling muscles glisten. With his free hand, he pushed me down and climbed on top of me, never releasing his tight hold on my dick. He kissed the base of my neck and licked one continuous line up to my ear before kissing me. We shared the salty taste of our sweat.

“Oh, god, Ryan!” I mumbled between his deep kisses.

He stroked my dick with his big hands, pushing me towards climax. Our sweat acted as a lubricant, our bodies sliding over each other, his every muscle accentuated. A bead dripped down his neck, into the cleft between his pecs. I leaned forward and licked it off, trailing my tongue up to the base of his neck. He held his head back, eyes closed, and gasped. He kissed me deeply again, releasing my cock and wrapping his arms around me. I was defenseless in his powerful arms, helpless to do whatever he wanted to make me do. I loved it.

I squirmed underneath him and he loosened his grasp. Quickly, I pushed myself towards the end of my bed, so that my mouth aligned with his hard, dangling cock as he held himself on all fours above me. I thrust my head up and swallowed half his cock. He took the hint and thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep into my mouth. Over and over he thrust, face fucking me. I swallowed him, licked him, tensing my tongue and rubbing it underneath his dick to give him as much pleasure as I could. He was panting, grunting.

After a few minutes he sat up, grabbing me under my arms and sliding me forward as far as he could. It was my turn now. With one deft motion, he swallowed my huge cock whole. My whole body arched up to meet his mouth and he took every inch like a pro. I looked down and saw him staring at me, his sexy brown eyes connecting with mine as my dick slid in and out of his mouth. His biceps bulged, his back taut. I sat up, leaning forward rubbing my hand down his back, down his spine, and into the crack of his ass. My middle finger slid deep down, feeling his smooth as cheeks, as he continued to work my cock. I placed my finger on his asshole, and then slowly pushed it inside. He groaned loudly, my dick still in his mouth, and increased his pace. I started fucking his asshole with my finger and he bucked his hips in response.

Without warning, driven into a frenzy, Ryan pulled off my cock and slid right across my body, our faces coming together, our lips meeting. I felt his tongue dive into my mouth and I met it with mine. In an instant, a fluid moment, my legs were in the air and he slid his rock hard cock deep inside me. His eight-pack abs tightened as he pulled himself into a plank position and fucked me mercilessly. His face, eyes closed, tensed with concentration.
Without a word, he pulled out and pushed my legs down so that I lay on my side. He laid down on the bed beside, wrapped one huge bicep under my chest, and used the other to prop my leg up. Effortlessly, he slid inside of me. My whole body writhed as he hit that perfect spot and sent waves of pleasure through me. I turned my head to look at him and he leaned forward, kissing me deeply, fucking me without pause.

“Fuck, Jake,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss. “You’re so tight.”
“Fuck me harder, Ryan. Fuck me harder!”

He pushed me onto my stomach, climbing on top, never pulling out. Bracing himself, he started pounding into me. He leaned forward and licked across the back of my neck, up my ear. No longer able to articulate words, I just groaned. He was panting, exhilarated, and I felt alive knowing it was me who gave him so much pleasure.

“Jake,” he gasped, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”
“Cum inside me Ryan! FUCK ME!”

I shouted the last two words as he thrust into me deeply and let out a powerful groan.

“Jake!” he shouted, his voice strangely shrill. I looked at him, confused. “JAKE!”

“JAAAAKE.”

I bolted awake, my room dark, covered in sweat, alone. My sheets were a sticky mix of sweat and cum. It had been a dream.

“JAKE ARE YOU AWAKE?” There was a loud pounding on my door.
“YES, MOM” I shouted.
“WELL HURRY UP! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT OF BED AND GET TO SCHOOL.”

She was slurring. Great, I thought, seven am and already she’s hitting the bottle.

For several minutes I sat in bed, thinking about my dream. I cursed myself. Michael and I were together, now for over a month, and I hadn’t spoken to Ryan since the day he came to my home. Oh sure, we saw each other in the halls, but he pretended I didn’t exist. Yet three times now he had visited my dreams, and every time the sex got hotter, more powerful… more amazing. I cursed myself as I got out of bed.

It’s Michael’s fault! I told myself, standing in the shower. He wanted to wait. Here I was, eighteen and overflowing with hormones, and my boyfriend had some notion that our first time had to be perfect. I just wanted it to be hot. Sweaty, powerful, and hot. My dick twitched at the thought. I thought of my dream and felt a little guilty. But I was mad, and Michael was easy to blame.
Back in my room, putting on my clothes, my anger built on itself. I had shot out of the closet onto the gay sex scene with one hot adventure after another. Then I graduated to a boyfriend, expecting a whole new realm of exciting experiences. And all I got was an intense need to get laid. I mumbled all this to myself while throwing my books into my backpack. Who did he think he was, causing me all this frustration? I took my anger out on my messy room as I threw dirty clothes into the hamper. Goddammit! I thought. I stormed over to my dresser and ran my brush through my hair, checking myself in the mirror. I opened a drawer to put my brush away, and saw my favorite picture of Michael and I together, his face frozen in laughter, little wrinkles around his green eyes, and my anger washed away like a falling tide.

The night we took the photo was one of the happiest of my life. A group of us had decided one afternoon to celebrate a long weekend at the beach. Michael took me in his car; we laughed and held hands the entire drive, sharing stories of the crazy teachers we’d had in school.

Someone had brought fireworks. I was sitting to the side, watching everyone run around with sparklers, and eating ice cream. These were Michael’s friends, and they accepted him for who he was, and accepted me too. I had spent my life alone, an outcast from the bad side of town, and here I was surrounded by people for the first time. I was thinking about how happy everyone was, listening to the sounds of the sea and feeling the sand between my toes, when a loud bang caused me to jump up and smash my ice cream into my own face. Michael had set a firework off behind me; he was laughing so hard his face had turned bright red and he couldn’t stand up. I wasn’t nearly as amused, and ran over to him, jumping on top and punching his arm playfully until he gasped “mercy” amidst his laughter. Once he collected himself, he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and licked the ice cream off my nose. Someone snapped a photo.

Shutting the drawer I snatched my bag off the ground, threw it over my shoulder, and headed toward the apartment door. How could I be angry? And how could I even think about Ryan when I had someone as great as Michael. A quick glance into the living room told me my mother was safely passed out, snoring quietly. I slipped out quietly and set off for school.

Another school day passed without incident. Michael and I swapped covert chuckles and little notes through creative writing. Mrs. Beal pretended not to see us. Apart from those shared moments, I passed through the day in a trance. That is, until a rubber ball hit me square in the face. “Out!” Mr. Jordan shouted, blowing his whistle. Fucking gym class and its fucking dodgeball, I muttered as I walked to the bleachers. I took a seat and tried to ignore the laughs of the jocks behind me. I turned around to see who was there, and my heart skipped a beat. There sat Ryan, with all his jock buddies, an arrogant sneer underscoring his perfect face.

“Nice catch, Mitchell,” he taunted.

My face turned bright red as I stared straight ahead.

“Shut the hell up Ryan,” Mr. Jordan’s voice boomed across the bleachers as he walked towards us. “I don’t tolerate rudeness in my gym. Give me fifty push-ups.”

Ryan looked stunned. For a minute he just sat there, then he glared at me, hate filling his eyes. He got up and walked to the gym floor to carry out his punishment. Mr. Jordan came up to me, towering over me and with his crotch right in my face.

“Don’t let him get to you, Jake.” He smiled, but a hint of something lay beneath that smile. I could see the outline of his huge cock through his shorts, and I swore it started to grow as he laid a hand on my shoulder, and pushed his crotch a little closer. To anyone outside, it would seem he was playing the role of a comforter. I knew better. To the left and behind Mr. Jordan, I saw Ryan doing his pushups, and watched his thick arms flex with every descent.

Mr. Jordan blew his whistle loudly. “Alright everyone, period’s over. Go hit the showers.”

I started to get up, but his hand on my shoulder forced me to stay sitting. His crotch was only inches from my face, and I was sure now it had gotten bigger. My heart started to beat faster.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you in the showers with the other guys, Jake. If you’re not comfortable, I have a private one in my office. Just for you… and maybe for me.”

I gulped. “Thanks Mr. Jordan. I, uh, I’ll remember that.”

He smiled a cocky smile and backed off. Michael, Michael, Michael! I thought to myself, over and over, while I changed out of my gym clothes. I longed to see him, to remember how special he was. As if he sensed my need, I saw him leaning against the wall as I walked down the long hallway from the locker rooms. I approached, and his face brightened into a huge grin.

“Hey sexy.” He said, with a smile. I smiled back, relaxed and happy once again to be near him. He took my hand and we started to walk away, a few chuckles following us from some passing girls. How could I even think of other guys when I had him, this beautiful, towering god beside me? I felt so safe with him around, like nothing could go wrong. So lost was I in contemplating him, I bumped against someone in the hallway.

“Sorry!” I stuttered. Looking up at who I hit, my eyes met Ryan’s. A shock ran through me.

“Watch yourself, dude,” he answered, and proceeded down the hall.

“You okay?” Michael asked as we walked on, concern in his voice. He looked back at Ryan, obviously annoyed with his rudeness.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I could feel where my skin had touched Ryan’s and it felt hot, his presence lingering on.